What's My Why?

My mom died from a pulmonary embolism at forty-eight. The last time I saw her in person, we argued.

Not understanding my temperament, and without the skills to manage my mindset or truly understand my emotions, I left without saying goodbye. The stress and anxiety of my workload, my interior wounds, and my constant striving pulled me away from who I was — and who I was meant to become. Instead of embracing the gift of time with my mother, I ran from the overwhelm I felt in that singular moment with her. That was the last time I ever saw her.

A few years later, I lost my dad too. Little did I know how deeply God would use that suffering to draw me closer to Him. In time, He began to show me how He could take what felt unbearable and transform it into something meaningful — something I never could have imagined on my own.

Through those losses, God taught me something I had been desperately pushing away: I was created to be, not simply to do. I was meant to live from a place of presence, trust, and relationship with Him — not performance. My worth was never rooted in other people's praise, my own perfection, or how much I could produce.

Now, I am blessed to walk alongside other women as they rediscover that same truth. That their worth does not come from achievements or accolades, but from the very depths of their being. That they can desire to do many good things and still live a contemplative and holy life. A life of peace. A life of presence. A life of prayer.

When God calls you to something, you say "yes" — even when it doesn't make sense. Leaving my thirteen-year career in teaching and coaching athletics didn't make sense. But I knew that it was something the Lord was asking of me. It is a mission I have embraced wholeheartedly: to help bring souls to Christ through prayer.